Sick

Welcome

I hate my fucking life so much. It's not my fault that we have to move all the way across the country just to start a new life. My name is Margaret Quinn and I'm 17, but I'm to be 18 in November. My parents just got a divorce, and battled over custody and shit. Now I live with my dad. My mom will do face time with me and everything, but it's not the same. I'd rather live with my mother than my dad. In my eyes he's more abusive than she was. He was emotionally abusive where she was physically abusive.
When we got to our new house I loved the house, but that doesn't mean that I would love living here. We had to unload the truck with all of those fucking boxes. At least it wasn't too much boxes. I go to my new room, and I immediately started to decorate it. The previous owners had this room painted an ugly have of pink. So I painted it black and red. That took up the rest of the day. I moved my bed and shit in. And now I just got to unpack all of my clothes. I mainly wear all black. No I'm not " Gothic " , "Emo", or a "Cutter" I just like the color black because you can wear black with anything.
Today is my first day of school at Dickinson high school. I got to admit I will miss my old school, and I'll miss my friends there. As soon as I get to the school I can tell that I will love it. I walk through the hallway watching teen talk to friends, socialize, some were even making out with their boyfriends.
I walk to the office to pick up my schedule.
* first-period ~~~~~ Spanish II
* second-period ~~~~~civics and economics
* third-period ~~~~~~vocal arts
fourth-period~~~~~~office assistance

" Mr. Harmon will show you the way to your class." the office lady said
" Where is his office?" I say
" Down that hall the last door", she points down the hall " to the right"
" Thanks" I go to his office and knock on the door. I wait for a response "Come in" he says
I go inside his office as a teacher leaves it. I sit in a chair with a bean bag in it....... Why does this man have a bean bag in a chair? I will never know. " What can I do you for, Ms.?"
" Quinn, "
"You're the new transfer student, right?" he said raising an eyebrow.
" Yes sir," I say.
He gets up from his chair and leads the way. It's the second period now. He knocks on the door. You can tell the teacher was in the middle of a lesson because even though the door was closed you could hear them say
" Really? during my class?" the teacher opens the door, and I'm in total awe of this man already. He was tall, short brown hair, and a deep voice. " Yes, Mr. Harmon?"
" Mr. Cameron This here is a new student. She's a transfer." you could tell Mr. Harmon was a little irritated by Mr.Cameron' s attitude. I handed the teacher my schedule. He gave it a once over when he let me in. " Just take the seat it the back corner in the left." as I was taking my seat, you could hear other students laughing. I'm pretty sure it's at me. I like to dress in all black, and people like to assume that I'm either *goth * or *Emo* and I know I'm neither so I just ignore them.
We learned about the civil rights movement. I had to use pen because he got mad at me for using a pencil. Then he expects me to catch up with the assignments by Monday morning. I was remotely pissed off.
On my way walking out I heard Mr. Cameron call my name....well my last name. He calls all his students by their last name. I walked over to him. "yeah" I said with a little irritation in my voice. He raised his Eyebrow " Here are the assignments that will catch you up." he said as he handed them to me.
" Now like I said if they're not turned in by Monday morning. Your grade will be low by the time report cards come out. I don't want to hear from your parents that they don't know why your grades are low. Do you understand?" he said with seriousness in his voice.
" Yes sir" I tried to grab the papers, but he yanked them back. I raised my eyebrow. " Fix your attitude!" he demanded.
I gave him a fake smile, and he handed me my papers. I walked to the door " I expect you here Thursday after school to do the tests" he said as I walked out.
The rest of the day went by like a breeze.